[Milk-Plus]
I'm havin' a snack attack
So I crack a new pack of bats' vaginas
Taste kinda like chicken dick
Lickin' my lips, smack, stackin' the yak liver
With a rack of black ribs and a sliver of cat's spine
Which is fine if it's fried in garlic and wine

And I'm trying to find a new kind of pot roast
For a change of the flying blind rodent that I spread on my French toast
So go dig on your swine, carve your beef, dine on your lamb shank
But don't whine in my face, tell me my diet's rank
Oh no [MC Wreckshin]
The meat drug dealers
A kilo of squealers
European fast food
It's all on the menu
A flesh fandango
French Toast Tango! [Milk-Plus]
And we don't sell no Burger King
Yeah everything from murdering
Slugs, snails, and puppy-dog tails
Bugs, quails, and toenails
Mucho flesh, baby, it's a
French Toast Tango! [MC Wreckshin]
Yes, yes, yes!
Garçon
Bring me a bone with the finest flesh this side of Rome
I home on in like a homing pigeon with a smidgen for the women with the finest vision
'Cause they're eating those carrots like every day
Stay amazed by the crème brûlée
Play with food, I'm the dude with the pâté
Eat cat food, sniff glue with my baby

Me sick, lick quick on a stick of celery
A bowl leavin' heat on the veggies
Mix banana with Spanish spaghetti
Ready to steady, even eat a yeti
A food fetishist, love my food sweaty
Concombre dans le vagin
Mon sex is the bomb
I play Burger Time on NES ROM [MC Wreckshin]
The meat drug dealers
A kilo of squealers
European fast food
It's all on the menu
A flesh fandango
French Toast Tango! [Milk-Plus]
And we don't sell no Mickey D's
Bacon feta chickadees
Vegan dudes are so rude
Show me how to grow food
Much flesh, baby
French Toast Tango! [Rappy McRapperson]
Yeah, where's my weave?
Help help, help! I can't see, help

I'm flippin' them pancakes
Milk-Plus busts nuts on bran flakes
Email Rappy for the verse?
You know I'm comin' through on the handshake (High five!)

Got my girl named Sandy, she's trying to get inside my brains
She's so inquisitive, like back in the way in Spain
Bring the pain
When the plane touched down in South Lake Hillz then I made it off the hook
Now I got my eyes on the prize, Boca Raton then Hollywood
Just east of Boca, where the alligators sunbathe in the road
In South Lake Hillz and I'm settin' up shop
To serve up wraps like à la mode

Fo' guac with the pâté and champagne
And the crème brûlée
Veal and truffle
Eatin' mussel with the heated glaze
In the back of the kitchen gettin' busy with the maid
Throwin' Hot Pockets in the microwave

Luscious ladies of leisure
Sip Champagne by the litre
South Lake Hillz I'll make you come like a seizure
Believe it when the shaman took away all my hexes
The sous-chef and I still serve all my exes [MC Wreckshin]
The meat drug dealers
A kilo of squealers
European fast food
It's all on the menu
A flesh fandango
French Toast Tango! [Milk-Plus]
Colonel Sanders got it all wrong
A pound of flesh is the bomb
Better than crack, smack, and pills
It's a food course that covers all of the grill
Much flesh, baby, it's a
French Toast Tango!